If it’s wrong to find comfort in food, I don’t need to be right. Especially in the case of this Senor Breakfast Sandwich. It’s been quite a while since I’ve made this – I think the last time was for a brunch or a gathering of friends and family here. As I smelled the chipotle bechamel, it brought back that bittersweet memory – bitter for the fact that it’s been so long since we’ve entertained anyone in our home, sweet for the happy notion that it did in fact happen, that it was, once upon a time, our way of life.
Skip was texting about whether or not this current world is some sort of new normal, and I said it may be. At the time I wrote that, I wasn’t as much bothered by it, but then it started to haunt me. What if this is our new way of living? Distance, no get-togethers, no theater or movies or sporting events in person… it did suddenly weigh the world down.
At such times, when the winter is dim and dark, when the morning doesn’t quite crack open like a sunny-centered egg, I’ll create this delicious sandwich with its chipotle heat, its rich bechamel, a classic fried egg (or two), some cheese and ham, and avocado and cilantro. It’s a great thing for the Sunday after a party weekend – it extends the festive atmosphere, lending a little extra special something to those moments we don’t quite want to end.
I believe we’ll have those moments again. Maybe they won’t look the same, maybe they won’t feel the same, but with a sandwich like this, at least they can taste the same. Hold that thought.
